Sunday at Dolores

Two kids playing on the grass
"Don't throw~(unintelligible)", a young mother commands their attention.
Two boys.
"No More, No More."
"Gabe, bring it to me."
Gabe is throwing something.
He doesn't know what he's done wrong.
"Wha'd you find, a pine cone?" said the non-father young man.
"Why don't we start a little smaller."
He's not entirely comfortable: I wouldn't listen to him either.
"Luke you have to stay close, man."
I'm afraid for him but am hopeful he'll find a way.
"The sun is in the way? Why don't we go there."
This is a question.
Little friend has had enough.
"...you probably could but I'm not going to be able to catch it."
"I'm hungry," says older one.